Living dead

I’m headed to New Orleans tomorrow on business, and I’m pretty excited.  To be there on Halloween could be the freakiest thing ever.

I mean, I don’t think that the creator of ‘True Blood’ simply imagined all that stuff.  I’ve been to New Orleans before, and there’s a mystical quality about the city that makes you think it’s perfectly feasible that vampires and shape shifters walk amongst us.

I’ll be disappointed if they don’t.

What I do think the series ‘True Blood’ and the movie ‘Twilight’ misrepresent is how good looking the undead would be (or are, if you accept that they are real).  As I mentioned, I’ve been to New Orleans before; I didn’t see anyone like Robert Pattinson or Stephen Meyer or Alexander Skarsgård in the French Quarter.  Most of the people I’ve seen in the past have eaten a few too many beignets or are weaving from the effects of a hurricane or two.

(As we all know, vampires can handle their drink.)

Of course, the last time I was in New Orleans, I wasn’t on the lookout for the undead, either.  That was a time “B.C.” (before Cullen).  Now, after having seen both seasons of ‘True Blood’ and having read and seen ‘Twilight’ more times than any woman my age should admit, I know what to look for:

• Pale skin, much like my own
• Unsettling courtesy
• An intense focus on me — so refreshing
• A sparkle or two, but somewhere belong drag queen
• Into necks

As I mentioned, I am on business in New Orleans, so I will have to fit in my study of the undead after my conference work.  But, who knows?  That just might be the best place to start looking.

Bwha ha ha ha…